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 Aug 2020 MeanAileen
andydaly
A pale moon rises o'er the east,
pulling and pushing the waves beneath.

I walk on the cusp of this gentle tide, with each passing ripple my footprints subside.

I gaze at the glimmering lifeless stone, I wonder how it stands in the clouds on its own.

I stare as it crawls into the west, chased by a light that brings the days next.
By Andrew Daly 2017 ©
 Aug 2020 MeanAileen
andydaly
Rise and fall

So is the motion of the seas,
So is the wind among the trees.

So is the breeze upon my back
So is the hope, for not I lack.

So is the snow that winter brings,
So is the water in earthly springs.

So is the leaf of autumn's call,
So is the grief of tears that fall.

So is the sun of early June,
So is the blush of fields in bloom.

So is the challenge of deep within,
So is the beauty in everything.
Andrew Daly 2017 ©
Pretending to be angry
Is not the hard part
It is feeling like I
Do not know your heart

The worst part is listening
To the voice that lied to me
Whisper apologies in the dark
Words sweet as potpourri

Close your mind to truth
Make it hard for us
To find any balance
Even harder to trust

In your eyes the line between
Wrong and right is not clear
And that my love is truly
The sole root of all my fear
Another oldie but tbh can still relate
I’m wearing a smile,
but the smile’s a lie.
I’m holding back tears,
but my eyes remain dry.

They say the way to the soul,
is seen through the eyes,
but if that is the truth,
then you can see my soul’s died.

I’m emotionally weak,
but too stubborn to break.
I scream at myself,
for being so ******* fake.

No one would know,
how broken I am.
Lying is my art form,
and self hatred’s my jam.

How can you love yourself,
when you hate who you are?
Hiding behind falseness,
like skin behind scars.

Maybe one day,
this disguise will explode.
Then you’ll see the real me,
and my world will implode.

Till then it’s my secret,
between me and myself.
So just look at my smile,
and ignore everything else.
 Jun 2020 MeanAileen
D
she was a good christian girl; long brown hair, never dyed, with pretty brown eyes that only wore makeup on Sundays; her 'only God can judge us' attitude a red balloon in a bare room where people didn't really understand her conviction.

he was not in the prediction; bad boy streak with brows pierced and arms inked, he smelled of cigarette smoke and broken dreams and everything she wasn't allowed to be; she liked it.
she turned away from Him for him, exchanged forever for temporary sin.

no one is devoted forever, everyone can be swayed to visit the other side.
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